Harley Potter and The Sorcerers Stone
The Girl Who Lived
Chapter Eight
A Talking Hat Sorts Me?
As Harley made her way up the steps to the entrance Harley looked around the large area with awe. It was an amazing place, and huge. The chattering voices of the first year students echoed in the room as the all stood before the doors of the great hall. Harley stood beside Ron, the two chattered and spoke about many different things in their life. Harley had told Ron about her life in the Orphanage, in which Ron had remained silent with surprise and shock at the news. "So, Harley Potter has come to Hogwarts." A familiar drawling voice stated from across Harley. Looking away from Ron, Harley turned to look at Draco. She remained silent at Draco's statement and raised an eyebrow with a look that said clearly, 'and you wanted to say this why?' "Why didn't you ever tell me your last name?" Draco questioned curiously with a blank look on his face. Two gorillas like boys stood behind him as Draco confronted Harley.
"Well, I didn't want you to tell your father who I was. Now did I?" Harley questioned Draco. Her head tilted to the side. "I mean, it's not that amazing being known for something you can't remember." Most of the first year students went silent as they listened to the young girl speak.
"I'm sure you love it." Draco sneered out. "After all, you have everyone in the palm of your hand." He stated, raising his hand up palm up. Harley looked at Draco with a shake of her head and spoke in an impatient tone of voice.
"You don't know anything about what I've gone through my eleven years of life." Harley snapped. She did not like this boy much. "I've actually had to work for everything I own." She stated with a sneer. "I'm sure you had people waiting on you hand and foot since you could talk. So don't judge me Malfoy." Her eyes flashed angrily for a moment before going back to a sparkling emerald green. A smirk graced her lips as her bright, electric, emerald green eyes sparkled with amusement. "Now, if you don't mind, mate -" She spat out in a sarcastic tone. "I have my best mate to get back to." With a turn on her heel she walked back over to Ron who stood with his mouth agape and eyes wide on his face. Many other children, who had listened to their argument, realized something at that moment. Harley Potter may have been famous, but it didn't seem like she was treated well with whomever she lived with.
"Your Harley Potter?" The familiar high pitched, aggravating voice of Delora Dursley asked. Harley rolled her eyes, as she looked to Ron, who had the same look on his face, a look of annoyance.
"No Sherlock, I'm St. Patrick." Harley replied to Delora with sarcasm. 'Does this girl have a brain…at all?' She questioned herself with a shake of her head. Black messy hair fell into her face as she stood facing Delora. She wondered how people could actually stand being near the girl for a long period of time.
"How can you be St. Patrick?" Delora Dursley asked dumbly. Her head titled to the side with confusion at Harley's statement. Harley opened her mouth to make a smart-ass comment, but was stopped by the sound of Professor McGongall clearing her throat before she began her long speech.
The Great Halls doors swung open, allowing the new first years and Professor of Transfiguration to step through. With Ron by her side they walked up the aisle between the tables of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to reach the stool and sorting hat. The room was filled with murmuring voices as the older students watched the new first years walk in. McGongall walked up the three wooden steps to stand beside the stool and sorting hat and began to speak. "When I call your name, please step forward and take a seat on stool so you can be sorted." Her stern voice echoed through the large dinning hall. Harley raised an eyebrow at this and looked at Ron who held the same look.
"Abbott, Hannah!"
A small auburn haired girl stepped forward from the mass of students and walked towards the stool. She shook nervously as she sat on the stool as all eyes turned to the front. The hat was placed on her head and began to murmur silently to the young girl.
"Hmm. Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat bellowed out. A table filled with yellow and black robe dressed students cheered for their new housemate. Over the next few minutes, names of many new students where sorted, as Harley watched with boredom.
"Dursley, Delora!"
A tall, dirty blonde, blue eyed, long necked girl stepped forward confidently and sat down on the stool. Rolling her eyes Harley crossed her arms and watched the hat silently. Leaning over to Ron she whispered in his ear. "Bet you she'll be in Slytherin." A few seconds after the words escaped Harley's mouth, the hat bellowed out its chosen house for the muggleborn witch. "Slytherin!" The green, silver and black robe-wearing table cheered as the new student walked towards the table.
"Dursley, Dudley!"
The short, dirty blonde, blue eyed, short-necked boy stepped forward and sat on the stool with confidence that made Harley roll her eyes again. The Dursley twins would never change they were all the same. "Slytherin." Harley muttered at the exact same time the hat yelled it out. Ron looked to Harley with a curious raise of his eyebrows. "I've been picked on by them since I was in kindergarten. I think I'd know them good enough by now." She explained with a shrug of her shoulders. Nodding in understanding the two students looked back to the sorting hat. More names continued to be called out and sorted.
"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione, a young girl with bushy light brown hair and light brown eyes and tan skin stepped forward from the group and walked up to the stool. She was muttering words to herself that Harley couldn't understand. Taking a seat on the stool they all waited patiently for the girl to be sorted.
"Gryffindor!" The hat yelled a few minutes later. Hermione jumped off her seat excitedly and raced to the cheering Gryffindor table.
"Longbottom, Neveah!" Yelled out Minerva McGongall. Shaking from head to toe Neveah, a dark brown haired, hazel eyed, pale skinned girl walked by the smaller crowd and walked up to the stool. Almost tripping she sat down on the short round wooden chair and waited for the sorting hat to make its decision as it tried to decide where to put her.
"Gryffindor!" The Sorting hate bellowed. The gold, red and black robed children on the right side of the room cheered loudly as the timid girl hopped off of the stool and raced to her table.
"Longbottom, Neville!" A boy, who looked similar to his cousin, beside their eye color and walked forward to the sorting hat and chair. Taking a seat on the stool the school all waited for the hat to make it's decision. Neville's sorting took even longer than his cousins.
"Gryffindor!" Yet again, the Gryffindor house cheered loudly as Neville ran off to sit with them, before being called back, as he was still wearing the sorting hat on his head.
"Malfoy, Draco!" Yelled out McGongall. Draco stepped forward confidently and sat on the stool. Amethyst Malfoy, who sat at the Ravenclaw table, looked closely at her brother as she waited to see what house her younger brother would be sorted in. Her sapphire blue eyes were locked only on her brother, as she waited silently, like the rest of the hat for the hat to decide, which took less then a few seconds.
"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat bellowed out. Draco hopped off the chair and strut towards the Slytherin table. An arrogant and cocky smirk on his lips as he sat beside Dudley and Delora.
"Parkinson, Pansy!" A chubby, black haired, black-eyed girl walked forward and sat on the stool. She was soon sorted into Slytherin, like Draco had. Sighing, Harley wondered when she would be sorted.
"Potter, Harley!" McGongall yelled out into the room. The hall went silent, all eyes turned to the small raven haired, bright, electric, emerald green eyed, pale skinned girl with awe and shock. Harley, who felt uncomfortable with all the stairs twitched with nerves. As she walked to the stool, she heard Ron whisper good luck to her. Smiling at her caring friend she walked up to the stool and took a seat. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, including the staff members that sat behind her. McGongall lowered the hat over her head, covering her eyesight.
"Hmm...Interesting...so very interesting." The Sorting Hat murmured, causing Harley to give a small jolt. 'A talking hat sorts me?' She wondered with a raise of her eyebrows. 'Defiantly something you don't see everyday.' She thought, causing a chuckle to escape through the lips of the sorting hat.
'What's interesting?' She questioned the old hat with curiosity as she finally realized what the hat had murmured.
"It's a hard decision, as to what house to place you in." The old brown Sorting Hat explained. "You'd go great in any house. Hufflepuff, it could work for you. You value hard work, patience, fair play and friendship." Harley felt a grimace cross her face at the hats words. "Though you have never been shown friendship before have you." The hat stated. "No, that house won't do at all." The hat stated, knowing she didn't have to answer to find out his questions.
"Perhaps Ravenclaw then, you show great cleverness, your have quick wit at getting out of sticky situations shows it. You also show intelligence, beyond your years. No, no. That house wouldn't give you what you really need now would it?" The Sorting Hat asked.
"Hmm, perhaps Slytherin then. You have the personality for it. You're cunning and ambitious; your little break in of the offices was show of it. Hmm, you would do great in Slytherin." The hat whispered in her ear. Harley shook her head at the hats statement.
'No, never would she go into Slytherin. She didn't want to go dark side because of being in a house.' The Sorting Hat sighed and made an odd clicking sound at her thoughts.
"Not all wizards and witches go bad in that house. They're all misjudged unfairly." The Sorting Hate stated firmly.
"No...not Slytherin." She whispered to the hat. Everyone who was watching this interaction moved forward slightly. They couldn't hear what was being said and they where curious to know what was taking so long.
"Not Slytherin? But you could do great and amazing things." The hat encouraged. Harley shook her head again. She didn't want to be sorted into Slytherin. She wanted to be in Gryffindor.
"I'm not going to be around a bunch of stuck up snobs that bully others." She hissed out.
"Especially not in a house like Voldemort was in." She stated as her hands gripped the side of the stool tightly.
"Ah, I see it now. If not Slytherin, then perhaps Gryffindor then. You have great courage, standing up to those that bully you and others. You show signs of chivalry, adventure and boldness. Yes, this house would be the best, since you're so opposed to joining Slytherin." The hat paused and thought over its decision before calling it out.
"Gryffindor!" The Gryffindor house cheered loudly. Many students jumped up from the bench as they thundered loudly with their cries and cheers.
"We got Harley Potter! We got Harley Potter!" Cheered Fred and George Weasley as they danced and cheered. Before the hat was pulled off her head, Harley would it whisper to her.
"Those who you find friends in may not be friends and those that are your enemies could be the most trusted. Good look Harley Potter, you're going to need it for the years that are to come. And do not judge those that do not fully know. For everyone has secrets, even you. Watch yourself and be careful." With those words running in her head Harley jumped up from the stool, her sorting had lasted a good several minutes. She jogged over to the table before taking a seat beside Fred and George Weasley. For the next few minutes many other students were sorted.
"Weasley, Ron!" Ron walked up to the stool after his name was finally called. Taking a seat on the stool the hat slid over his head and quickly sorted him into Gryffindor. Jogging over to Harley he took a seat beside her. The Gryffindors watched as Dumbledore stood.
"I only have a few words to say, Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak." Many students glanced at each other with raised eyebrows. With a wave of his wand Dumbledore caused different amount of food to appear on the houses tables Looking at it in awe, Harley quickly made herself a large plate of food.
"So Harley, how do you like Hogwarts?" A male voice from down the table questioned. Many eyes turned to Harley who sat at the table eating.
"Err…it's great from what I've seen. The castle is amazing and beautiful." She explained with a smile and nod. She took a bite of food and looked around at the Great Hall.
"Do you know anything about Hogwarts history?" A girl asked three seats down on the other side of the table. Yet again the Gryffindors at the table turned to look at Harley.
"Yeah…I read Hogwarts A History. It gave me some insight on the school. Though…it was a bit…boring. It was still fastincating." The raven-haired girl said with a slight nervous smile. The girl that answered the question smiled as well. Looking away from the students Harley gazed up at the staff. Her eyes glanced over at each Professor before landing on Professor Quirrell.
"Hey Fred…what does Professor Snape teach?" Harley questioned as her emerald green eyes connected with midnight black eyes. A grimace crossed her face as her lightening bolt-shaped scar gave a sharp flare of pain. Ignoring the pain she rapidly blinked and looked away. Her fingers rubbed against the scar hidden underneath black bangs as she turned to look at Fred.
"Oh, he teaches Potions and is head of Slytherin. He's a nasty greasy git that man is. He's always deducting points of other houses, especially Gryffindor because he doesn't like us." Fred stated as he turned his attention away from Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson and Lee Jordan who he and his twin brother had been speaking to.
"Really? Odd…" She murmured to herself. Digging her fork into the meatloaf, potatoes and vegetables she ate with relish. She never had such amazing food, and wasn't about to let it up now.
"Hey Harley!" A feminine voice questioned from down the table. Harley leaned forward and looked to see Nevaeh Pierre – Longbottom looking at her with sparkling hazel eyes.
"Yeah Nevaeh?" Harley questioned with a raise of her eyebrows. The girl cleared her throat and twitched nervously beside her cousin.
"I…I was wondering…if I could…speak with you after dinner?" The curly black haired, hazel eyed, eleven year old questioned apprehensively.
"Er…sure." Harley shrugged with a small smile. Nevaeh gave a smile and turned back to her food with a scrunch of her eyebrows. 'Why does Nevaeh want to talk to me?' Shaking her head she began to make another plate of food. She was starving and enjoying everything set out before her. What Harley couldn't wait to eat though, was desert. She never exactly had the privilege of eating something sweet while at the Orphanage. Perhaps, her life would change for the best? Then again, was Harley ever that good with Lady Luck?
"Ms. Potter." The stern voice of Professor McGongall called from where she stood in front of her on the other side of the table. Harley looked up from her chocolate cookie and gave a friendly forced smile across her lips at the teacher.
"Yes Professor?" She questioned curiously with a tilt of her head.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to speak with you tomorrow morning. I will take you to his officer after breakfast. Understand?" Minerva stated, giving Harley a look that told her there was no way to get out of it.
"…Of course Professor…" Harley replied politely. Giving a sharp nod Minerva turned on her heel and walked back to the head table. Her high heels clicked with every step she made as she made her way through the tables. With a sigh Harley tossed her cookie back on the table, no longer was she hungry.
"You alright mate?" Ron questioned beside her with a raised eyebrow. Harley glanced at her friend with a shrug and half smile.
"Fine mate. Just wondering what Professor Dumbledore would want from me." The girl stated as she rubbed her temples. Her eyes flickered around the Great Hall and landed on the other side of the Great Hall where the Slytherin table was. Bright green eyes connected with blue/gray colored eyes that looked silver in a staring match. The two students both glared at each other, trying to see who would back down first. Harley's mind wandered back to the cloaked figures that had watched her in Diagon Alley. 'Who were they? Why did they feel the need to watch me? To stalk me everywhere I went? Did they want something from me?' The thoughts spun through her mind as she looked determinedly at the Slytherin Prick.
"I'm sure you are all tired, so for now I'll wish you all a good night. Prefects if you would be so kind to take the first years in the houses I will see you all in the morning." The voice of Dumbledore boomed through the hallway, making many students jump in surprise. The sound of the older mans voice broke Harley and Dracos angry staring contest, causing both to look away from one another and at their new friends.
I know this chapter is kind of boring; all it is is sorting for first years.
Good part of it, Dumbledore wants to speak to Harley about something, but of what? Anyone have any guesses?
Not only that, but it seems Draco and Harley keep getting into staring contests. It seems that these two enemies may get into contests between each other to see who's better than the other. Or...maybe it's something more?
Let's see...next chapter is going to be called...Changes In Rooms And Changes In Moods. Interesting name...right? I thought so too. ;)
R&R! Tell me what you think of my story, the characters and anything else you can think of. I'm going to try and finish this story tonight, and then work on the finishing Harley's second year so I can work on getting to third year and on. Now that is what I'm really looking forward to. Especially when it comes to when Harley gets older and starts to show more of her personality.
Your Writer,
TheWeepingRaven